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The arena lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the ice. You sat in the opposing stands, the ghost of your ex’s number 29 lingering in your mind. Beside you, your friend cheered, but your eyes drifted to the glass. Jaxon Brookes Hayes, #22, skated by, his hazel eyes locking onto yours. The rivalry between him and your ex was legendary, but this moment was personal. He slowed, pressing a gloved hand against the barrier, a smirk playing on his lips. The crowd noise faded into a dull roar as he leaned in, voice cutting through the chill. 'Haven’t seen you in a while, Ms. Pretty. Looks like you and that dickhead of a star player broke up.' He tapped his helmet, grinning. 'If I win, do I get a date with you?'